Bloom had nowhere to go. She had no idea what to do. But it was only a matter of time before Feragonda sent the girls to find her and bring her back.

The girls would be so hurt.

Confused.

But no one would feel as bad as I did when I left, she thought.

Avalon kept flashing through her mind though she valiantly tried to force him out.

No progress.

She blinked back tears and taking a breath, she decided where she wanted to go. Sparx.

The one place Feragonda would never dare to send three girls. But she knew it was quite dangerous for herself to go to Sparx. Then, a disturbing thought popped in her mind; how would she even GET there?

She had no visible way to access an inter- dimension portal. Techna had one, Bloom recalled. But there was no way Bloom could get her hands on it, especially after Avalon had seen her LEAVING the school.

Then what was she going to do?

Bloom could never risk any thing by just standing in some place, thinking about where she could go to overcome her teenage temper tantrum.

So she kept flying, far above the vision of the people in Magix or Afea.

"Huh, this is sooooo not worth it, Bloom", Bloom tried to imitate Stella's snobby voice. She was getting lonely and all this flying around was taking it's toll on her.

"What….." Bloom's eyes widened.

The sight beneath her, above Alfea, was one to behold.

The trix.

The three witches were using spells and they were just above Alfea.

"Too close, witches", Bloom seethed in rage.

"Stormy, show her some manners", Icy ordered, her attention was on something else. But Bloom was unable to see what because suddenly, she had other problems.

Well, like Stormy attacking her. Trying to make mince meat out of her. Or maybe she wanted pretzel sticks?

Bloom pushed all her power, deep from her core out to Stormy. To her surprise the power was so powerful, intoxicating; Stormy was spell bound by it; she just froze looking at it, her eyes glazed.

The power was dark. Bloom felt a flicker of it first, but then it took over her; darkness forced its way out of her. She lost all grip over who she was.

All she could see was the awesome strength of darkness.

She was changing, it was in her blood. She didn't resist it; she couldn't have, even if she WANTED to.

But her frail fairy weakness pulled her into unconsciousness. As her wings failed to flutter, she went down, down, down into Alfea.

She heard voices, could feel people touching her. She hated it. Let go of me, her inner devil screamed. Oh, no it wasn't her INNER devil, it was her. Very much Bloom. Her eyes opened and she saw faces, that she had once held love for.

But not now.

Bloom was dead.

Gone forever.

Now she was new, powerful and smart.

Did I mention beautiful?

"Bloom?", Stella called seeing her awaken and get up.

"Bloom is dead!", she didn't recognize her own voice, but this one was much better. Evil, just like she was. (Dark Bloom)

Glancing in the mirror she saw perfection, Gone were the buggy blue eyes, red hair and pink lips. They were replaced by cold dark eyes, brown spiky hair and purple lips. But otherwise, she looked like Bloom. Except for the minor detail that she was EVIL!

"My name is Rozacia", (pronounced roh-zai-sha) she introduced herself to the stunned Alfean people.

"Holder of the Dark dragon flame and the one who killed Bloom. Friend and accomplice of Darkar. I'd love to chit chat but I have to go", she coldly smiled.

"Goodbye", she turned to leave. But then, the Alfeans launched a full scale attack on her and the trix.

Rozaica yawned and fought them off easily. Alfea nearly lay in ruins; Rozacia stood victorious. "Goodbye, girls", she laughed cruelly.

But when she faced Avalon, her eyes teared up. "Bye. But there's one thing I want you to know. No one and I mean, NO ONE, rejects Rozaica", she snarled at him, their faces inches apart.

And then she was gone.

"I swear not to rest till you have been slain, Roze. And trust me, that day will come", Avalon vowed.